‘That’s enough Daddy.’ Tina said lowering her sunglasses just enough to peer over them at her two favorite men. Chris tried to keep the color fr...m dropping from his face while he jammed his hook through one of the sardines? Minnow? Anchovies? He honestly had no idea what the hell they were using for bait other than they were weren’t plastic nor were they worms which officially put him well outside his comfort zones. Mr. Carver had insisted that this was the best way for a family to bond. Chris. She looked at him with a slight puzzlement. His hand motioned to his spotless white carpet and furniture and she smiled. ‘Its beautiful.’ She said. ‘Thank you the effect can be quite breathtaking.’ He replied modestly. ‘Would you like something to drink? I have a fully stocked bar.’ ‘Ummm. A Margarita please.’ She answered. He set about making their drinks. She sat down on the sofa and waited for him quietly. She murmured a thank-you as he handed her the margarita and took a sip. ‘So what did. .show me how much you love my fat fucking cock!"And I did, a sickly drool of sissy milk dribbling from my clit, running down my wobbly leg as my other spasmed in place like a bitch relieving herself. Lewd, obscenely honest cries drooled out of my throat, his cock so fat it didn't leave room for all the dirty thoughts filling my head. "Pleeeeease, fuck me harder! Bully my weak little pussy with your big strong cock! Make me your little sissy bitch slave! Oh fuck...I think...oh shit...I. Leaning to kiss her forehead, I continued: "Zoey committed suicide, and it took me a long time to get past the feeling that I was, in some way, responsible.Winter embraced me sweetly, sobbing softly and said in a loving voice, "I'm sure it wasn't your fault, babe." Not my fault?" I repeated incredulously. "In her suicide note, she wrote I was solely responsible...see for yourself. She even underlined my name three times!"Then handing her another sheet, this one laminated for some fucked up.